Rachel is what you'd call a controllist.

She heads out the door and across the parking lot, to the place where she normally parks her car [he knows this because he parks his truck a little further away and he always walks by her car in the morning 'cause he's always late]. Following her, it takes him a few minutes to walk lazily to her the driver's side of her car. The bell's long since rung and the parking lot is quiet except for the sounds of her sobs, muffled by the glass of her window as she rests hunched over her steering wheel, hair falling in a curtain to shield her face. His black backpack is slung over one shoulder, and it falls against his side as he raps his knuckles against the car window, making him grunt and shift it higher.

"Rach."